Chapter 11

11

A camera shoves against the window, the flash blinding me even through the tinted glass.

"Who are you?" the reporter yells. "Are you Caleb Rockford's secret lover? Why have we never seen him with a man before?"

Caleb slides into the driver's side, the muscles in his jaw tensing, and the engine roars to life. He slams the gear shift into drive and speeds off away from the curb, leaving the man and his intrusive questions breathing exhaust.

"Sorry." I wiggle in my seat, desperate to touch the ache between my legs that even the report's sudden appearance couldn't abate. "I was on my way back. You didn't have to come after me. "

"There's a hitman out to kill you." Caleb strangles the steering wheel. "I had no way of knowing if you left of your own volition or under duress."

"Sorry," I say again, the fire in my veins burning hotter with desire for the Alpha sitting next to me.

"Dammit," Caleb swears as my pheromones fill the car.

He cracks the window open, letting in a gust of cleansing air. "Why didn't you mention you were going into Heat soon?"

"It slipped my mind while running for my life." It's hard to concentrate with the taste of him still on my tongue as I snap the top buttons on my shirt free. "Didn't you see it on my calendar when you were snooping through my laptop? Or were you too distracted by all the pictures of yourself to notice?"

Caleb chuckles at my snippy tone and reaches into the backseat to grab a paper bag, tossing it into my lap. "According to your app, you weren't supposed to go into Heat until tomorrow."

Inside, I find over-the-counter suppressants. I stare down at the box, the fever building beneath my skin. "Too late for the preventative ones now. The emergency liquid kind would have been better if you wanted to stop this."

"Should I tie you to the bed when we get home?" Popping open the center console, he grabs a mask and fits it over his nose and mouth to block out my scent. "Light some candles and sit back to watch while you writhe around as punishment for not coming back to the parking lot like you were supposed to?"

An involuntary shudder goes through my body, torn between fear and desire. If Caleb were to watch me struggle, my slick seeping into his sheets…

A whine fills the car, and I wiggle, the fabric of my pants chafing against my sensitive dick.

The rest of the drive to his townhouse passes in a blur, as does the trip inside and up the stairs, the burn of his hand around my arm the only thing keeping me on my feet.

In his bedroom, he stops at the door and releases me. "Don't move."

The lights turn on, and I blink to adjust.

Caleb steps back in front of me, his large hands framing my face. "Why were you crying earlier?"

"Because you were choking me with your cock." The memory brings on a fresh flood of desire. "You can choke me again."

Caleb's hold drops to my throat, just tight enough to be a threat. "Five seconds to start talking, Oliver, or I'll bring out the handcuffs and leave you to suffer alone through your Heat. "

My bottom lip trembles, and I fight back the sting in my eyes. This isn't fair. He can't do this to me.

Not right now.

But the truth spills out anyway, desperate and raw. "The body wasn't Dylan, and I'm sad because it wasn't him. I was crying because he wasn't the dead Omega in that morgue."

A rumble rises in Caleb's chest as he strokes my racing pulse. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's not bad or shameful to cry for yourself."

His permission unleashes a torrent of sadness, spilling down my cheeks.

Caleb leans down, his mask rough on my cheek. "It's okay. Let it out."

I clutch at his shirt, seeking comfort from the man who both humiliates and excites me. "It's never him."

His thumb dips beneath my nape guard to press against the sensitive skin. "How many bodies have you gone to identify?"

"At least a dozen," I choke out, unable to hide the anguish in my voice.

Caleb's grip shifts, pulling me close, allowing me to lean in and bury my face into the curve of his shoulder.

My tears keep flowing, and he rubs the back of my head, easing the tension in my shoulders. "That's right," he murmurs, "just feel the grief."

I wrap my arms around him, turning my nose into the crook of his throat, breathing in his intoxicating scent. His pheromones envelop me, and my body trembles with need.

As my crying slows, the feverish heat returns, burning away the last of my sadness.

"Good." Caleb's chest rumbles, the vibration traveling through me. "Breathe me in."

I roll my face against his skin, drawing in deep lungsful until I'm left gasping, open-mouthed, my bones melting. I want to rip his mask off, to overwhelm him the way he overwhelms me, but that kind of defiance will land me in here alone, without even his eyes on me.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" Caleb whispers, sending shivers down my spine. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum, stuff you full to bursting, then plug you so it stays inside."

A moan escapes my lips, slick sliding down my thighs at the thought.

"Yes, please," I pant. "I want that."

"Then strip and present yourself to me," Caleb commands in a firm tone .

It takes a moment to peel myself off him, to give up his heat for the promise of better to come.

As I tug off my clothes, my heart races, my pulse like a drum throbbing through my body. My arms and legs tremble as I crawl onto the mattress, my hips high and pointed toward my Alpha so he can see how ready I am for him. I drop my shoulders to the comforter and peer back at Caleb.

"Good." Expression tight with hunger, he slips off the mask and tosses it to the floor. "Now let's see how well you can take what I have in store for you."

As he peels off his shirt, it sends a rush of fever through me, and my impatience gets the better of me. I crawl to the edge of the bed and reach for the front of his pants, desperate to touch him, to feel the hardness pressing against the zipper.

But before my fingers connect, Caleb catches my hands, pulling them away from his hips.

A wicked grin plays on his lips. "You still need to be taught patience, Oliver."

I squirm in anticipation, my body responding to the dominance in his voice.

Still holding me captive, Caleb guides me to the headboard. He transfers both of my wrists to one hand and reaches behind the heavy metal post of the frame, bringing out the chain with the padded handcuffs I discovered earlier.

My heart races, wanting to be confined while also afraid he plans to lock me up and leave me here alone as he threatened.

Panic wins out, and I lunge forward, biting into Caleb's shoulder. The fabric of his shirt sticks to my tongue before my saliva soaks it through, his flesh warm in my mouth with a hint of copper.

He lets out a low growl and shoves me back, sinking his teeth into the tender area just below my nape guard. White hot pleasure crashes over me, and I come, soaking the front of Caleb's pants. Slick floods down my thighs, my body screaming to be filled by this Alpha.

Caleb chuckles when I fall limp, pushing me down onto the bed. When our eyes lock, his pupils are blown, and a flush darkens his cheeks from the effects of my Heat, but he somehow stays in control.

He fastens the cuff around my wrists, securing me to the headboard. "I knew you'd be a little spitfire. You can bite and scratch all you want, as long as you keep it to places my clothes can hide."

His words send a thrill down my spine, and I arch into his touch, splaying my legs wide.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Caleb strokes down my center but stops at my navel without going lower. "Want to put your marks all over me? Claim me as yours?"

I writhe beneath his hand, my bound wrists stopping me from grabbing for him again. My dick throbs, already hard again and pressed tight against my stomach.

Caleb steps back, leaving me vulnerable and aching as he walks to his closet. Desperate for anything to ground me, I bury my face into the pillows, only to whine in protest when Caleb's pheromones aren't on the linens. The bedding is too new, and Caleb's never slept in it.

Frustrated, I bite down on the pillow and shake my head, flinging it off the side of the mattress. It's not what I need.

Caleb returns, holding a black plastic bag in one hand. As he takes in the mess and my bared teeth, hungry pride hardens his features. "Don't worry. Soon, this bed will be soaked in our combined scents."

From the sack, he brings out a box and pops the lid off.

My breath hitches when he reveals a thick butt plug, and my heart races. Thinking back to threats Caleb made earlier, my legs close to shield myself .

My attention locks on the rigid outline tightening his pants, hard and ready for me. That's what I want.

"Be good, Oliver," Caleb warns, the rumble behind the words shivering through me.

Instantly, I part my thighs, and his approving rumble rushes through me like fire.

With firm hands, he shoves my knees to my chest, exposing my ass. "You're so slick for me."

I whine and tilt my hips toward him, seeking more praise.

Something cold and blunt fits to my entrance, not his cock, but almost as thick. I buck, craving to be filled, and pressure builds before my body gives.

The tight ring of muscles stretches, burning with the size of the toy, and I clench and release around it, trying to draw it in farther. The sensation overwhelms me, and I moan as it slides into place with a pop.

I moan when Caleb presses down on the flared base, sinking it deeper, and warm liquid pumps onto my stomach as I come again.

Calloused fingers brush through my hair. "Fuck, you're perfect. So receptive to everything. So desperate and needing to be bred."

My hips rock against the bed, the plug massaging my prostate.

Caleb's tongue sweeps out over his bottom lip, his breaths quickening. "Do you like your present, Oliver? I bought it just for you."

As he speaks, he undresses, and my thoughts become fuzzy as I fixate on Caleb's cock. Thick veins cover the shaft, and desire leaks from his slit, revealing that he's not as in control as he appears. Need burns through me at the sight, and my ass clenches around the toy, wanting something bigger to fill me, despite the burn of already being stretched so wide.

"Want this, don't you?" Caleb strokes himself, never looking away from me.

I nod and lean toward the edge of the bed, my mouth open and ready.

Caleb moves closer, smearing his cum over my lips before shoving it inside, and I greedily suck him deeper. He curses, dirty praises filling the air as he fucks my throat again, harder than in the alley as he reaches down to play with my dick.

His hand on my hip encourages me to grind my ass against the mattress, and I comply, the burn from the plug fading into nothing but pleasure and a yearning for more.

Caleb groans as his pace stutters, and his release floods my mouth, the salty flavor easing the fever coursing through me, but I still crave more .

As he pulls out, I swallow convulsively, drinking it all down.

"You're so good." He strokes my throat. "So perfect."

It's been far too long since anyone has praised me, and every time Caleb does, it sends shockwaves through my body.

"Look at how messy you are." His fingers dip into the cum on my stomach before he pinches my nipples.

My back arches in response, driving the butt plug against my prostate, and my moan fills the room.

Caleb reaches down between my legs. "Are you enjoying my gift?"

I nod, bucking my hips into his hand, desperate for more.

"Is this enough for you?" he asks, his voice thick with desire.

My heart races, and I shake my head. "No, I want your cock."

His brow lifts. "Is that how you ask?"

Breath catching, I roll onto my stomach, my arms twisting above my head, and lift my ass into the air. "Please take me, Alpha."